But I must admit that I did not call.
Chorus.
For her papa was there, her papa was there,
I saw his tin whiskers and bald head of hair,
He’s a foot that can kick and a tongue that can swear,
So I didn’t call, for her papa was there!
Her dad is awfully good,
Never goes giddy, never goes giddy,
Won’t look at anything rude,
That’s what his family thinks.